Lyrics

What? Back to back Benzes, with the wild gremlins Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine No pal of mine Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine While we parle with the flyest mommy of 25th street Watch how honey in the Lex do it I'm in the six V with the 12 next to it You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that Check the fly cat, two point five multiply that Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos You can look, but don't touch we bad news American Me, elgancy, treasury Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice My fire ashes, only macks I interact with We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong Select features, sit back connect the pieces Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about Through all the routes landed here, beach houses with the chandelier Me & my crew, mad cans of beer It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear Presidential Suites at the Tangiere How you livin' on your block? Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block? I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot? Same shit dun Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop VVSin', nothin' less than how we steppin' Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress & See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin' Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession Never want for questions, every move made is destined Black professors, let's take it back to the essence Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin' Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin' Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon Chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up This what?, millionaire strut, with the Crist cup Switched up, slow goin', gold showin' Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin' Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin' Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extraordinaire Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year No where to go from here, but the top of this sphere Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster See me at the Copa, platinum choka The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me Pick one out of two dimes to twist me New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit That's strictly made for cats whose rich Excuse me, is that your bitch in my six Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted But don't get it confused over this rap shit Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face Oyster perpetual Roly with the day & date Y'all player hate this To fly for female singers who get face lifts & Fake titties We rule the world & take cities I dreamed of this son Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes And fiends of the slum (Wor) How you livin' on your block? Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block? I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot? Same shit dun Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop (Un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game From a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name) We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un) You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game (Firm Biz, Firm Biz... un... Total Package) Niggas know that the game don't stop From the Coke game to the Dope game Fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un) That the game don't stop, from the Coke game To the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un) Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz) From the Coke game to the Dope game Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop From the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis, Unknown Splits, Anthony Cruz, La Forrest Cope Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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